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It took a while, but I finally made visual contact on the information that Sephiroth gave me. I really hate doing surveillance the 'old-fashioned' way, but I couldn't risk the trouble setting up a system, so I've been watching the goddamned door in the astronomy tower since that idiot hinted that it might be there.

Having finally seen the idiot hiding there emerge, I make a sketch and send it to the samurai and the idiot fox...someone has to keep the idiot fox from attacking first, so I address both copies of the letter to both of them.

If that Sephi-nii's information is good, that the smell of blood and wood from somewhere high in the school, then I've found the idiot responsible for what happened to Kuronue. Attached, you'll see a sketch. I won't give the location unless both of you come. I'll be in my room.

That should keep the idiot fox from attacking first.

mello-n-choco.livejournal.com

((As to which is which...let's just say the mun got kicked in the head ^^))

That Sephi-nii took off without giving me the damn information he promised, leaving me with an underaged and then pissy kitsune to deal with while he gallivants around the school being useless and 'overhearing' everything.

I doubt he has any real information, but I'm still going to track his insane ass down and get payment for the deal he made...even if I would have gone to the Makai with them anyway. And, it was no where near as bad as going though the 'back door' that Kurama took me through when we went to London.

I decide to start with the highest point in the school, the Astronomy tower, looking out over the grounds from there, then work my way down to find Sephi-nii.

serrulata.livejournal.com

Find Mello. Easy enough, Kurama could track his friend's scent as easily as if the kid had a giant red arrow following him everywhere. It was a very useful talent, especially now. He couldn't afford to waste any time.

Kurama made his way down to the kitchens, where he could hear Mello browbeating some hapless house elf or another for any information, any lead. Kurama couldn't blame him, but he had the feeling the elves would have been threatened with very real terror before Mello got to them. He leaned against the doorway and waited, the cold little idea unfolding itself in his head.

5by5-lehane.livejournal.com

The door to the popcorn room flew open with a bang and out stalked a curvy brunette, covered in butter and looking none too pleased with the situation. Faith Lehane looked down at herself and scowled. Her favorite leather jacket was ruined. Not to mention her jeans and the new slinky top she had borrowed ~~swiped~~ from Buffy’s closet the day before. Perfect.

The Slayer folded her arms and tapped one booted foot as she looked around. “All right, Red. Not funny. Now c’mon, make with the magic and get rid of this crap.” When there was no reply, her frown deepened. “Wil?” She didn’t recognize her surroundings, and she could pick up no sign of her friends. Come to think of it, she didn’t know of anyone who was cliché enough to operate out of a castle.

Faith checked the inside pockets of her jacket. She was relieved to see she still had two wooden stakes, and a wickedly curved knife in a sheath at the small of her back. In a better mood now that she realized she was still armed, she strode purposefully down the hall, ready to find anyone who could explain where she was, how she got there and that they’d better be able to get butter out of leather.

herlivinglegacy.livejournal.com

( From Kuronue )

( From V )

( From Sephiroth )

( From Near )

serrulata.livejournal.com

( From Kurama )

To Sokka - A Set of boomerangs.

To Kaga - A sampler of demon-world herbs, with a note: None of them are poisonous, but I can't cook. Let me know if you find fun uses for them.

( From Zack )

( From River )

( From Matt )

( From Eleven )

( From Brendan (Though he's still being sorted, he does take time between 'interrogations' to scribble up a few gifts) )

elegantsamurai.livejournal.com

((Late mun is late, she blames her back))

( From Kusuriyuri )

( From Yukimura )

( From Mello )

( From Jing )

righteous-pen.livejournal.com

It was the first thing Teru had done in - too long. Months. He'd told himself that nothing was wrong, that in a school full of demonic psychopaths it was only sensible to keep to himself. But that wasn't why he isolated himself, and he knew it.

Humans shouldn't know the day they'll die. He'd let himself despair over it, let himself stagnate, become one of the very things he'd wanted to see the world cleansed of. And there was only one thing to do.

So, he went to the popcorn room, dressed in the clothes he'd worn the day he arrived, Masuyo in his arms. He set her down on the floor, gently, stroking behind her ears. She mewed up at him, worried.

"It's all right," he murmured. "I won't be gone long. And if I'm not back soon the elves will take you to A or Yukimura and give them the letter I wrote, and they'll take good care of you, a-and I'll always -"

Pop.

Five minutes later, by Hogwarts' standards, Teru reappeared, lying in a pool of butter, his suit now replaced by a grey prison uniform. For a few moments he lay motionless, as Masuyo watched anxiously from under a popcorn case - then sat up abruptly, gasping for air.

Memories flooded back into him. This was - he'd been here so long, years, seen it all before it happened and forgotten, had to live it and forget again...

...but it was over now, he told himself, clutching at butter-drenched hair. All over. Near couldn't have him any more.

goshikkurorita.livejournal.com

The sun stretched her shadow over the hard wood desk. Her eyes never left the application that rested on said desk, unblinking, whilst her hands rested by her sides. The dictaquill had stood to attention five minutes ago, and still awaited use by the newcomer. She had read over the questions multiple times, to the point where they soon lost meaning. Her eyes traveled lazily to the quill, no visual response broke the mundane expression on her face, such lack of emotion reminiscent of a dolls painted face. She reached out and plucked the writing implement from its ink well, and hovered it over the application. Excess ink fell from the quills tip and splotched the piece of paper, thankfully tarnishing the pages margin, rather than obscuring the questions further from their already beclouded phrasing. As she began answering, for lack of a better verb, the application, her body was angled in a most peculiar way: as if to touch the wood, would send her skin to blister.

( Elucidation. )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Yin.
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Yin.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Yin.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Yin."

eleventyrags.livejournal.com

The Doctor hadn't always loved Halloween, but on those worlds that celebrated it (or something like it) he definitely tried to join in the fun, if there was nothing overtly intent on re-enacting a favorite horror film but with real knives instead of rubber props. He supposed at Hogwarts there was no danger of this (and even if there was, the danger was minimized) and thus strolled confidently over the grounds, rambling until he came to a pile of rather gorgeous pumpkins. He stared at them a minute, then at the door they framed. A sign read:

Pumpkins, free to a good carver.

Candy within, Trick-or-Treaters welcome.

Any tricks resulting in broken glass will be met with a boot up someone's back end.

The last bit, he noted, was scrawled rather hastily in something that his mind wanted to read as Japanese, but his eyes were registering as English. The rest was in big, spiky, dramatic handwriting, with bats, cats, and pumpkins scribbled all over the place. It very nearly covered a plaque that read 'Professor Minaminaminamino." What a name. He grinned and ducked in.

( He realized what the sign meant about the boots when he saw the young girl sitting at one table. )

_{((OOC: I suck at making things short. Specify if you want River, Eleventy, or Kurama to play with, or be surprised <3 ))}

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Near is changing muns (approved by those involved/affected/canonmates), so this is mostly a thread to make sure voices are steady and such like... Given it's this pair and given their relationship, wandering into NSFW is a possibility.

I haven't been in our room much, with everything that's going on. Karasu back, some new idiot blasting holes into that damn bat's wings. Just what more does this place need? I'm wondering if that idiot is the same idiot that Wishbone mentioned that looked like Ryuuzaki. And, then that idiot who did something that made it feel like I'd died again.

The point ends up being, I'd been focused on training and practicing. That the damn samurai demanded I teach him everything possible in what time that bat let him go also sucked up a lot of my time. The need to see Near, to be with him for a while, to talk to him, maybe more, was growing too strong to ignore. And, I probably should sleep in the relatively near future as well. I smile a little as I head back to our room, tapping on the door as I let myself in. "Hey," I say, pretty sure he's kept himself busy while I've been gone.

mello-n-choco.livejournal.com

((Pick your poison. Characters cameoed can also be spoken with, if desired, but the main action of this post will be the three above. Also, any references to other characters are Mello's thoughts and shouldn't be construed as either godmodding or hinting, unless either is desired by that other player's mun))

The sky was very overcast, threatening to rain, wind blowing. No one sane would be out, which meant that a lot of people were, of course. Wouldn't surprise me if that damn bat was in the clouds, but I wasn't interested in talking to him right now.

Right now, L and I are practicing, him Capoeira, me Muay Thai for the hell of it. I may decide to learn drunken boxing for the hell of it. Right now, though, I'm finding that Muay Thai doesn't work very well against Capoeira. It's too rigid, but we agreed on styles before we began fighting and that stupid samurai has gotten one thing through...I can almost feel his damn sword against my hand when I start thinking about switching styles. I can almost see him watching, with that white haired brat, at the edge of the forest.

I must be getting paranoid.

The rain lets lose, though and L stops, looking up at it. I take the opportunity and get a strike in on him that lands him on his ass. Nice.

He just frowns at me and gets up, his thumb in his mouth. "It's raining," he says, as if that isn't obvious, and starts toward the castle.

Seriously? I stare after him. What a chicken.

I see a kid with a yellow coat. "Looks like he stole your game," he said, grinning at me.

"You wanna try?" I ask, watching a fat man cross from the green houses to the castle, trying not to look like he was running as he waddled. What is that damn fox doing now, renting out space? I smile back at the kid.

"To pick your pockets and steal your chocolate?" he asked, holding up one of my goddamned chocolate bars.

"You," I snarl, starting after him.

He tossed it back at me, laughing as he took off to the forest.

I gust out a breath and shove it back in my pocket. Now's a good a time as any to try to learn drunken boxing. I've read about it, so it's just a matter of application now. I stand in the middle of the area we'd been practicing in and start letting the wind sway me, learning to keep my balance when moving weirdly.

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As Mike backed through the door, his arms full of a large cardboard box, his first thought was that someone was playing an impressively bad practical joke. This was quickly dismissed, though, for two reasons. In the first place, he rather doubted even Ultra Car had the ambition to pull off turning the stockroom into a medieval castle, and in the second, he was pretty sure that most of the people at the store knew better than to target him if they felt prankish. It just wasn't worth it.

So that probably meant something weird was going on. Mike could handle that. Being abducted by aliens as a toddler, given super-human strength and endurance, and growing up to be part of a secret government taskforce to fight said aliens would do that to a person. Not to mention working retail. He dropped the box in a way that would probably have made several of his coworkers wince, and ambled over to look at the application. The quill skittered away from him, showing a remarkable sense of self preservation for a writing implement.
( Your mom allowed me to elucidate. )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _your mom___
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _your mom___.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _your mom___.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _your mom___

herlivinglegacy.livejournal.com

(Sephiroth is taken post FFVII:ACC. His appearance in Kingdom Hearts I class as having happened just after DoC. His insanity is therefore at a mostly manageable level where he won’t attack everyone just for breathing. It also provides a reason for his appearing at Hogwarts without freaking. <3 Additionally I’m going with the theory that Sephiroth and Jenova have long since fused and become one mind.)

Reality rippled and churned, turned inwards and shrunk in on itself until there was a hole in the wall of time. The void spread, widened as if taking a breath and rumbled like the sound of distant thunder. A man burst forth from the void, seeming to suddenly appear in the space of a split second.

Void closing behind him, the man cast his eye around the room, up at the ceiling and then down to every little crevice of the room. Memorised, all of it, within that split second all foot holds and minute cracks within the brickwork and flooring. Iridescent green eyes fixed on the table, the paper there.

Had he been expected? Even in this world?

He stepped forward and picked up the parchment with a leather-clad hand. An eyebrow quirked in curiosity. He adjusted his hold on his sword, alert though he concerned himself with the parchment for the moment.

( All becomes one with me... )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Sephiroth__
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __Sephiroth__
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __Sephiroth__
One day, ~~marmalade~~ Mother and I will rule the world. __Sephiroth__"

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So, that samurai has canceled our lessons without explaining anything as to why. I know damn well it's not because he's satisfied with my progress. Something's going on here. I have a couple of hunches, but without sufficient evidence, none of them is any more likely than any other.

Whatever. Now, I have three hours a day that aren't scheduled. I could practice, but I already spend more than enough time practicing already and he's already bitched at me about practicing wrong when I practice on my own.

So, for now, I have decided to examine the paintings along the walls. It's not like I have anything else to do and maybe some of them will be at least mildly diverting.

serrulata.livejournal.com

_{((OOC: Backdated to the 22nd. Happy Birthday, Bad Fox! :D ))}

For all his efforts to the contrary, the school's congregation of House Elves had, once again, managed to trap him in the Great Hall with cake, party favors, and a stupid little party hat that one Elf kept trying to hang festively on one of his ears. He was amazed at his own restraint thus far, having only threatened an unforgivable curse on his pint-sized tormentors.

The cake, this time, was a multi-layered thing with more frosting, fondant, and sugar flowers than absolutely necessary. The candles numbered something in the hundreds, yet somehow the nuclear heat from their combined flames only melted the face of anyone nearby, leaving the cake itself unharmed. Sometimes, especially in cases like these, Kurama really hated magic.

Kurama waited at one table on the far end of the hall. All the exits were guarded by overly-cheerful elves soliciting passing students to come and celebrate with the "birthday thing." It was better than 'birthday boy,' but not by much.

ahbrakedahbra.livejournal.com

((After taking all the significant procedures, and with mod permission, I am unpopcorning Draco Malfoy. He'll have no prior knowledge of his time in Hogwarts Hocus; leaving him a fresh slate to be toyed with. He's taken right after the killing of Dumbledore in Half-Blood Prince.))

Hogwarts was ancient enough to have a pipe-work of catacombs weaving under its foundations. A lot of the forgotten passages linked up, including the main chute that connected to the dungeons located near the Slytherin common room. One particularly wide stone passageway lead to a labyrinthine room where once a great snake called home, and terrorised the school nearly half a century ago. The network branched out into another adjoining dwelling that housed a mass of gargantuan butterfly-shaped popped popcorn, strung up to the dingy ceiling with magically re-enforced chains. They throbbed with the teaming life they sustained within their cores, golden sapropel seeped from them not unlike a monsters over-zealous salivation. In the diffused light they were limned flaxen.

( Cut for length ... )

Current Location: The Popcorn Crypt

mello-n-choco.livejournal.com

So, it's that day again. Time to thank the idiot who killed me for being born.

With a house elf, I send a caligraphy quill and a notebook with the following note.

I'm sure you could use the practice.

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((ooc: Approved by fellow Who muns.))

Rory had thought he was getting used to things like this. All right, maybe not 'used to'. More used to. Less likely to stand around boggling in the face of alien weirdness. But, that was what he was doing - staring, wide-eyed, at what had been the TARDIS a few seconds ago and now...

Well, the room looked medieval, lots of stone and drapery. Like something on Earth, but then he didn't know what alien architecture was like. And - he hadn't heard birdsong. Or anything, really. Definitely not that vworping noise. He'd just blinked, and been here.

"Amy? Doctor?" No answer. He tried again, a little louder - "Amy?" - and this time there was a panicky wobble in his voice that hadn't been there before, so he stopped shouting for a bit. They'd find him, right? He must have been teleported here somehow, and he'd bet the Doctor had something that could trace him among all those mysterious buttons and knobs on the TARDIS controls. They'd be along any minute.

That was when he noticed the pen. It was a quill pen, exactly like you'd expect to find in a medieval castle, except it was floating above a table. And seemed to have just been writing something. Rory went over for a closer look.

His eyes widened even further. "...right," he muttered, after a few bewildered seconds looking down at the paper, which said Amy? Doctor? Amy? and then a list of questions underneath that. At least this gave him something to do. And by the time he finished they'd be here to explain things, surely? Or somebody would...

( Spoilers up to Amy's Choice. )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____Rory Williams____
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___Rory Williams___.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __Rory Williams___.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ___Rory Williams___"

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_{((Hit Girl is taken from the end of the Kick-Ass movie, please expect super spoilers, extremely foul language, and violence without much provocation. All attacks will be mun-approved, please specify if you want her to bring the hurt.))}
( Big Daddy would be proud. )

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Owls to Yukimura and Kurama ((closed RP))

The Nutjob and the Idiot ((Closed RP, Mello, Sephiroth))

In Vengeance and Fortune

Get some, get gone, get.. buttered? ((unpopping Faith, BtVS canon))

Christmas Gifts

The Giftening!

Christmas from Kusuriyuri, Yukimura, Mello, and Jing ((Owl and such))

so I guess the fortune teller's right ((canon update and open rp))

Application for Yin from Darker than Black

Open RP, Greenhouses (Eleventy, Kurama, River)

A Time to Renew ((Closed RP, Mello, Near))

The line between Winter and Summer ((Sock, Open RP, Mello, L, Jing))

Application: Mike Warner, Walkyverse comics

Application: Sephiroth (The Final Fantasy VII Compilation)

At loose ends ((Open RP, Mello, Halls))

Those Meddling Bastards (Open RP, Great Hall)

An Unpopping: Draco Malfoy [Open RP]

Happy Birthday, Mikami ((Owl, Mello, Mikami))

Application for Rory Williams (Doctor Who)

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